Here kitty kitty! Hear kitty kitty! ~ Vid of the Day

Adorable accomplished  kittens…

Superb reverb enhanced mewing…

Piano played relaxation music…

Impressive engineering / editing…

A scant 1:12 playback time…

What’s not to love, huh?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Get Wind Of This… (Sunday Song Series)

Thanks for breezing into my neck of the WWW woods. Your timely arrival coincides with Week #36 of our Sunday Song Series. On this occasion, our musical adventure involves the selection, Sunday Morning Breeze, performed by Mannheim Steamroller… Chip Davis’ ensemble renown (almost) exclusively for performing covers of centuries spanning, Yuletide carols. That “almost” parenthetical is due to the fact that these accomplished musicians have amply proven their vast repertoire is not a December only phenom. Or… to quote Mr. Davis, “see… Mannheim isn’t just for Christmas.”

At its considerable face value, our featured track is blue-chip, relaxation music. And who amongst us cannot benefit from a Sunday (or any other day) Take Five from the rat race… all of which works out wonderfully / literally seeing how this particular musical interlude does clock out at a mere 11 seconds beyond the 5 minutes.

I can recall one of my own laid-back listening experiences where daybreak, Sunday breezes (of the meteorological variety) provided additional audiovisual effects… e.g., outdoor rustling leaves… branches swaying with waking up, chirping birds and indoor swaying curtains. Factoring in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and well… need I say more?

Going beyond the face value… an instrumental masterpiece can have its advantages… for one… no storytelling songsmith who might inhabit / inhibit our thoughts. For some of us, imaginations will be free to roam… be our focus a fond memory or unfulfilled fantasy. If we’re sufficiently wowed, such selections might even get added to “the soundtracks of our lives.”

In my own case, this included an actual soundtrack… part of my playlist featured on a burned CD tribute to my late mother. Sunday Morning Breeze (and similar tracks) certainly enhanced the mood as I sat before a microphone to recreate the eulogy I had written for / delivered at her memorial service. I consider my tribute the finest recording studio work I’ve ever done and… even were I immortal… I’d never expect to top it.

Our Sunday Song Series will be return seven days from now. Hopefully, you’ll be back, too?

 

 

 

BlogCast: Tom’s Top 20 Countdown “2” Christmas: Song 7

With Christmas now only six days off, in the role of “Dr. Tom”, I’m prescribing today’s musical selection to anyone who may be feeling a bit… or maybe totally… stressed out by the ongoing holiday rush. The good news… this is no bitter pill to swallow… it involves the pleasant, tasty, active ingredient found in The Christmas Song as performed by Nat King Cole.

For optimal results I highly recommend that you “wash it all down” with the following relaxation scenario… either played out in your real world or in the theater of your mind.

Either accompany this song with as many of the following sensory stimuli as possible… or come up with your own custom-made relaxation routine.

You’re in the company of loved ones or maybe this only involves that one special someone… the love of your life. There’s a crackling fire in the fireplace… you’re sipping your favorite beverage while fondly reminiscing about Christmases past. As the daylight slowly dissolves into the dusk, the only artificial lighting is found on your Christmas tree… this twinkling effect mesmerizing… as is the scene past the windowpanes… the wind whipped snow flurries transforming everything out of doors into a pristine, winter wonderland.

If by song’s end, you still find that you need to unwind more, I have an additional Rx for you… The Christmas Song performed by the Vince Guaraldi Trio.

Mild Disclaimer: This music can be habit forming… BUT… in a totally good way. Even better, there are no known adverse side effects… even after repeated “usage”. Now, that’s a claim that none of those drug ads we read about in magazines, hear about on the radio and see on TV, could never make. Check out a couple of drug ad parodies… HERE and HERE.

I now thank you for your listenership and cordially invite you back for the remainder of my Top 20 Countdown “2” Christmas… where I’ll be presenting select holiday classics… one-a-day… from now until we reach #1 on the 25th.

You’re also cordially invited to click back here for my regular monthly BlogCast… one that typically features anywhere from 3 to 5 songs that, when segued, transform everything into an appealing theme… this program slated to hit the www “airwaves” on Sunday, December 24, 2017.

 

I wish you a Merry, Stress-Free Christmas and Holiday Season!

 

FYI, my past musical presentations are archived within my BlogCast and music categories.

If you’ve enjoyed this post, don’t forget to like, follow, share and comment.

 

 

Four-Play (Week #5)

This post is the 5th installment of my musical blog experiment’s projected 13-week run. For those who’ve missed any of my past posts, they’re all archived in my “music” category.

This week, I’ve segued four piano pieces with quiet hours / nocturnal / lunar themes. I choose not to get into any in depth musical analysis beyond this because I present the selections you hear, here, purely for the enjoyment of great music.

I do realize that tapping into humanity’s vast musical repertoire can oft involve genres, which cannot possibly please all the people all the time. Even so, I’d encourage everyone to be musically adventurous.

True, it may not seem cool to dig sounds that wander from the beaten path you may walk on. But would you not agree that people who are truly cool are those who resist mindlessly marching in lockstep with everyone else?

Well… if these selections still are not your “cup of tea”… do click back again… you never can tell what you’ll be listening to next week.

Blog response will act as my Arbitron / Nielsen “radio ratings”… so… if you’ve enjoyed my “show”, click that “Like” Star. Of course, comments are always welcome, too!

 

Yundi Li ~ Frederic Chopin’s Nocturne in Eb Major (Op 9 No 2)

Keiko Matsui ~ Presence Of The Moon

Ludwig Van Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata

Thomas Newman ~ Any Other Name (Film: American Beauty)

 

 

 

A Sliver of Sunlight…

On the April 16th, one-year anniversary of my Mom’s passing on, I had realized that since she had been interred in her home state of Minnesota, this Michigander living on a shoestring budget, would need to pay his respects from afar. But… where could I go, instead?

Well, I believe after we depart this earthly realm, we do become part of something much bigger… part of everything in nature. With that in mind, it dawned on me that the very locales I needed could be found in two very special places… all part of nature… all within walking distance. Even better, I had already been there before.

So, on that early spring morn, with my shoelaces tied tautly, I went on a hike.

My first stop was the very same, out-of-doors nursing home bench where I’d gone to mourn… on the morn of Mom’s death. There I sat, once more, in solitary, silent meditation.

From there I proceeded onward to a nearby park on the west side of my hometown.

Though my words won’t do it full justice… we’re talking about 50 acres of rolling terrain, wetlands, nature trails and the calming “white noise” generated by a long winding river.

This is the home turf for a diverse ecosystem of flora and fauna… this serenity beckoning all free spirits to… wander beneath towering pines, elms, oaks and maples… traipse through fields of clover… behold a vast variety of wild flowers and groundskeeper planted perennials… hear the buzz of bees… the honks of geese and quacks of ducks… the birdcalls of sparrows, robins and countless other feathered species… eyewitness the occasional visiting deer, foxes and waddling woodchucks.

Well… I wound up walking away from this experience feeling so emotionally uplifted that, on my way back home, I vowed this would become my annual ritual.

Amazingly, for seven successive years, the fair weather ruled… but not so in 2011.

The overnight torrential rains had persisted well past daybreak. But then… just as my usual 9 a.m. departure time neared… the downpour abruptly ceased. In nearly jaw-dropping disbelief, I was out the door and on my way.

Of course… about halfway to my destination, the rains did return… but… even that had held off until I was passing under a dense canopy of trees… had been short-lived… simply turning off as I was emerging into the clearing ahead. God was not raining on this man’s, one-man parade.

The storm clouds then started to break and brighten. My own shadow dimly appeared before me on the sidewalk. By the time I had reached the nursing home and sat down on the bench, the sunbeams broke free… in their full radiant splendor.

Barely fifteen minutes had passed when, just as I was emerging from my deeply contemplative state, the clouds were beginning to roll back in… these overcast conditions persisting as I journeyed onward to the park and as I made my way back home… that blue / gray gloom eventually dissolving into the inky black of nightfall.

So, how could everything, in our normally buy-it-off-the-rack world, have been so tailor made, just to suit me?

Well, I believe this fleeting “Sliver of Sunlight” had been a bridge to the Great Divide. On that April 16, 2011 morn, I believe the warmth of Mom’s love, eternal, had been tightly interwoven in those streaming Earthward sunbeams.